Samantha's real name is Samira Al Mohammed Kalleef. She came to America to be educated at the University of Berkley in CA. A princess from a billionaire oil dynasty in Dubaii, she yearned for a normal life, far removed from the pandering servants and the hours of having to sit prettily in white organza, assisting with the entertainment of foreign diplomats whose sole purpose was to solidify Halburton deals with her father under the pretense of wanting to "enrich international understanding." After she convinced her family that she would be able to get a better education in the States, she immediately established herself with a new identity, a new wardrobe of torn, albeit designer jeans, and a new outlook on life that anything was possible so long as a person were free to pursue it.
Everything appeared normal to Samantha now, and she was able to blend in beautifully thanks to her nearly perfect English, free from the heavy, Arabic regionalisms, and thanks to her classic features that failed to betray her origins. Her eyebrows freshly waxed, she put on her torn Abercrombie jeans and Polo tee, and slung the backpack over one shoulder. She opened the door to leave her dorm for the day, when she caught sight of two men in business suits negotiating the corridor, obviously in search of a specific door number. Since they were wearing white, banded scarves on their heads and sported heavy mustaches, she knew that they were in search of her. Quietly she backed into her room and considered the fire escape....
Everything appeared normal to Samantha now, and she was able to blend in beautifully thanks to her nearly perfect English, free from the heavy, Arabic regionalisms, and thanks to her classic features that failed to betray her origins. Her eyebrows freshly waxed, she put on her torn Abercrombie jeans and Polo tee, and slung the backpack over one shoulder. She opened the door to leave her dorm for the day, when she caught sight of two men in business suits negotiating the corridor, obviously in search of a specific door number. Since they were wearing white, banded scarves on their heads and sported heavy mustaches, she knew that they were in search of her. Quietly she backed into her room and considered the fire escape....